All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Reluctant Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In a luxurious penthouse overlooking the city, Daniel Regars lounged in his leather chair, a glass of expensive whiskey in hand. His piercing green eyes were fixed on the large screen before him, displaying various news articles and social media posts about Elara’s sudden marriage to Damian Blackwood.A cruel smile played on his lips as he scrolled through the content. “Oh, Elara,” he murmured, “did you really think you could escape me so easily?”He stood up, moving to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights twinkled below, a reminder of the power and influence he wielded. Daniel had always gotten what he wanted, and Elara was the only person who had ever dared to say no to him. It was a slight he had never forgotten—or forgiven.A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he called out, not turning from the view.His assistant, a nervous-looking young man named Alex, entered the room. “Mr. Regars, I have the information you requested about Mrs. Blackwood’s current

Serena Blackwood sat in her extravagant study, her manicured nails tapping an agitated rhythm on the polished chestnut desk. The confrontation with her son and his new “wife” replayed in her mind, fueling her anger.“Madame,” her personal assistant, Vivian, entered the room. “Your tea is ready.”Serena waved her hand dismissively. “I don’t want tea. I want solutions. Have you gathered the information I requested?”Vivian nodded, placing a thick folder on the desk. “Yes, Madame. Everything we could find on Elara Hart... or should I say, Elara Blackwood?”Serena’s lips curled in disgust at the name. She opened the folder, her eyes scanning the contents rapidly. “She comes from a poor background and has a history with Daniel Regars, worked her way through college, was accused of unethical practices, and recently lost her job at Marshall & Hewitt. How convenient.”She looked up at Vivian. “This girl is nothing but a gold digger. She’s ensnared my son with her sob story and fake innocence.

The long-awaited birthday finally arrived.The grand ballroom of the Blackwood mansion was filled with excitement as elegantly dressed guests awaited the evening’s festivities. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a warm glow, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Gold-leafed mirrors adorned the walls, creating a dazzling display that seemed to extend the celebration infinitely.Damian stood at the center of the room, surrounded by a sea of colorful gowns, his black tailored tuxedo standing out. His eyes kept glancing at the large grandfather clock in the corner, its ornate hands inching closer to midnight.The air was filled with the luxurious scents of expensive perfumes, freshly cut flowers in tall centerpieces, and the delicate aroma of gourmet hors d’oeuvres. Waitstaff in impeccable attire circulated, offering the delectable treats. A string quartet played softly in the background, adding a refined touch to the lively chatter.Elara appeared at Damian’s side, glittering in

The tension in the grand ballroom was visible. The earlier celebratory atmosphere had completely vanished. Guests stood frozen, their eyes darting between Damian, Elara, Serena, and the disheveled Veronica and Vivian.Damian’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and authoritative. “I think it’s time we cleared the air, once and for all.” He turned to address the crowd, his arm still protective around Elara. “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for this unseemly display. However, it’s necessary to set the record straight.”Serena, Damian’s mother, wasn’t about to back down. “Your wife struck first,” she insisted, her tone icy. “She’s rude and treated me as if I were nothing.”“Really?” Damian scoffed. “Do you think I’m a fool, Mother?”“I didn’t call you that, son, but your overprotectiveness of your wife is something I can’t tolerate,” she retorted, turning to face Vivian, who was on the floor, crying. “Look at what she did. She slapped Vivian knowing that I was the one who ask Vivia

“What do you mean by this?” Elara asked, not believing what she was hearing.Damian sighed deeply. “My mother has never been one to admit defeat.”“So?”“Look here, Elara, you’ve caused a lot of trouble for me as well. The shareholders are already whispering about how rude you were.” Damian’s expression hardened. “I warned you to be on your best behavior, no matter what, because I knew you’d be a target.”“You mean I should just let Veronica walk all over me without doing anything?” Elara frowned, her voice rising. “And I should allow your mother’s assistant to slap me?”“I have no time for this,” he said coldly. “I need to get to the office and meet the shareholders.”“And what about me?” she shot back, slamming a paper against his chest. “Even if we’re in a contract marriage, you should at least protect me.”“Oh, you thought I was going to protect you, so that’s why you slapped Veronica? Do you even know who she is?”“I don’t bloody care, Damian,” she snapped, her frustration boilin